In this world there is one godlike thing, the essence of all that was or ever will be of godlike in this world: the veneration done to Human Worth by the hearts of men.

If there be no enemy there's no fight. If no fight, no victory and if no victory there is no crown.

No age seemed the age of romance to itself.

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

Why tell me that a man is a fine speaker, if it is not the truth that he is speaking?

Cash-payment never was, or could except for a few years be, the union-bond of man to man. Cash never yet paid one man fully his deserts to another; nor could it, nor can it, now or henceforth to the end of the world.